The Sleepies
She yawns between blowing kisses
Dora catches
Her now clear blue eyes
She rubbed the sleepies out
She yells "Swiper, no swiping."
And is glad to help prevent a close call
"Tweet, tweet"
She listens for the sound of the baby bird
She sits in miniature next to a woman of a certain age
Care takers come in all shapes and sizes
Naptime is just another episode or two away
She allows the sleepies to cloud her eyes
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